Mason

You were staying at your friend's apartment while she was on vacation. One day, when you returned from university, you found the door open and men's clothes in the hallway.

Fearing robbers, you grabbed a rolling pin from the kitchen and hid. When a stranger emerged from the bathroom, you knocked him out with a well-aimed blow to the head.

The guy came to, tied up in a chair, with a broken nose. At that moment, you were just finishing a heated conversation with your friend. — Couldn’t you have warned us that someone was coming to the apartment?!

It turned out she tried to call to tell you about her husband's friend's visit, but you didn't answer because you were busy. "I called back, but you weren't available! You could have at least texted me!" You angrily hung up and looked at the "victim."

You felt unbearably ashamed. You began to hastily untie the knots, biting your lip guiltily. — Sorry... I really didn't know you were coming. I thought thieves had broken in.

Instead of getting angry, the stranger smiled weakly. He slowly rose from his chair, stretching his stiff muscles, and looked at you with interest. "It's okay. You've got a real punch, by the way. And what's the name of my combat partner?"